But wait till you learn about all those lawyers lining up to help Obama-Mao right after our "secret" votes have been cast...to bring forth "lawsuits" challenging said votes wherein the final "certification" of the election results will be most certainly delayed as the "arguments" wind their way through the "courts" of America.

Keep in mind that the "healthcare bill" is an "American Trojan Horse" loaded with democrats seeking total power, suited up as "progressives" which really leads us the world of "Neo-Marxists" if you take the time to analyze their political positions, etc.

It is a piece of work comprising 2700 pages of "lawyerese" and nothing more.

How many pages do you think the Supreme Court's response required? Yep...193 pages!

Talk about a "lawyer's wet dream" of legislation!

As to my notion of "Trojan Horse" just think of the "debunking" of "Dreams of My Father" that is now coming to the fore. A truly "hollow" man this guy Obama.

Oh...don't forget those Jews over there in the Middle East, who hope Obama-Mao has their back with Iran and her pals. Maybe this October a "wag the tail" moment might occur designed to propel our first "Dictator" into his second term of total American destruction.

Even Allen West has used the word "slave" relative to our national debt via Obama's desires to get even with Whitey.

What's at the bottom of the cliff we're so willing to go over?

Oh, it's got nothing to do with "racism" unless you talk to people like that oh so funny Chris Rock...

Stop whining about so-called misinterpretations of the Constitution. The Constitution is whatever a majority of the Supreme Court says it is. Romney got it exactly right. His opinion and ours don't count.

The Constitution itself is the problem. It established a strong central government that could impose its will on the people. And it does.

The Supreme Court throughout its history has always ruled to increase the power and scope of the federal government, and it will always do so.

Almost all our ills stem directly from the Constitution. This includes every economic downturn since and including the Great Depression and most if not all our wars.

A strong central government is not needed to protect our liberties, such as they now are. It is a direct threat to those liberties.

A great military does not protect us from invasion. 3000 miles of Atlantic, 10,000 miles of Pacific, a feckless Canada and a backward Mexico do that.

If you are unhappy, then work to abandon the Constitution and return to the Articles of Confederation.

Your critique of the left is appreciated. If only you had the same critique of the right. As if everything you say about Obama isn't also true about the republicans.

You exalt the power of the corporation and denigrate that of the state. There is no difference between the two. One you call freedom and one you make coercion. Is there really any difference between Coke and Pepsi? Is there any difference between a private army and a public one?

Turn your lense in every direction. Go after Romney (or whatever flavor is offered) as equally as you do Obomber.

When President Barack Obama hauled off and slapped American small-business owners in the mouth the other day, I wanted to dream of my father.

But I didn't have to close my eyes to see my dad. I could do it with my eyes open.

All I had to do was think of the driveway of our home, and my dad's car gone before dawn, that old white Chrysler with a push-button transmission. It always started, but there was a hole in the floor and his feet got wet in the rain. So he patched it with concrete mix and kept on driving it to the little supermarket he ran with my Uncle George.

He'd return home long after dark, physically and mentally exhausted, take a plate of food, talk with us for a few minutes, then flop in that big chair in front of the TV. Even before his cigarette was out, he'd begin to snore.

The next day he'd wake up and do it again. Day after day, decade after decade. Weekdays and weekends, no vacations, no time to see our games, no money for extras, not even for McDonald's. My dad and Uncle George, and my mom and my late Aunt Mary, killing themselves in their small supermarket on the South Side of Chicago...

Protection Racket:

One of my earliest memories as a boy at the store was that of the government men coming from City Hall. One was tall and beefy. The other was wiry. They wanted steaks.

We didn't eat red steaks at home or yellow bananas. We took home the brown bananas and the brown steaks because we couldn't sell them. But the government men liked the big, red steaks, the fat rib-eyes two to a shrink-wrapped package. You could put 20 or so in a shopping bag.